He is a gallant knight, and beautiful adventuresses like to see brave knights couch lances in their honor.

But, for my part, I hate fields of battle, and above all I hate adventures, and--take my remark as you please." La Valliere sank at the queen's feet, who turned her back upon her.
She stretched out her hands towards Madame, who laughed in her face.

A feeling of pride made her rise to her feet.
"I have begged your majesty to tell me what is the crime I am accused of--I can claim this at your hands; and I see I am condemned before I am even permitted to justify myself." "Eh! indeed," cried Anne of Austria, "listen to her beautiful phrases, Madame, and to her fine sentiments; she is an inexhaustible well of tenderness and heroic expressions.

One can easily see, young lady, that you have cultivated your mind in the society of crowned heads." La Valliere felt struck to the heart; she became, not whiter, but as white as a lily, and all her strength forsook her.
"I wished to inform you," interrupted the queen, disdainfully, "that if you continue to nourish such feelings, you will humiliate us to such a degree that we shall be ashamed of appearing before you.

Be simple in your manners.